Luna's Doodles

Summary: Set in an Alternate HP Universe where Harry marries Luna Lovegood. This is a collection of stories tied in with the various sketches and doodles done by Luna Lovegood, and the adventures they have.

Luna's Doodles

Luna glanced out the window,
seeing the sun shining bright on her new husband, Harry Potter. She had
been looking forward to this day for the longest time, a day before
Harry's birthday, for them to clean up the wreckage of her house two
years after the end of the second war.

Unfortunately for her, a
strain of magical resistant flu had spread out in the Auror team's
office. The muggleborns and halfbloods, who already had their mundane
flu shots this year, were spared from the flu outbreak. But Harry was
one of the exceptions because he'd had his vaccination scheduled two
weeks later.

In turn, it had to be resolved the muggle way, with
medicine, bed rest and tender loving care which Luna had been doing for
the past few days. She soaked a face towel in cold water, rolled and
squeezed to remove the excess water before wiping the cold sweat from
Harry's face, arms and torso. Every shiver or contact with his
fever-riddled skin made Luna all the more depressed, as it gnawed at her
inability to just magic away his pain.

After the wipe down, Harry
went back under their comforters, but maintained a smile at Luna in
between the sneezing and coughing. With his voice weakened from the
constant coughing, he apologetically asked, "Moon flower, are you sure
you want to go on alone without me? Maybe you could wait a few more
days, then I can help you with clearing up the house."

Her heart
felt something suddenly crush it with a vice grip, the agonizing void of
gloom filling every nook and cranny of her body, his words intent
solely for her happiness.

'Even after all these years and
after everything he went through, he's still so selfless. It reminds me
why I love him from the time with the threstrals up to this very day.' Luna thought to herself.

"Sometimes, I still feel I don't deserve you, Harry." Luna whispered.

She then felt his right hand hold her right hand while their simple tungsten wedding rings glistened in the radiance of the sun.

Harry
looked into her teary eyes and could see every bit of turmoil behind
her dreamy, almost absentminded mask. The sadness of her soul felt
almost tangible to his lips, a bittersweet morning dew.

"Luna
Lovegood-Potter, you have nothing to worry about. I am always with you,
for richer or poorer, sickness or health, till my life after life
begins. I won't be brought down by this flu, moonflower. Promise me
you'll come back safe and sound?" Harry held out his right pinky finger,
which Luna shook with her own right pinky finger.

"I promise. I can do this, love." Luna replied, kissing Harry's lips softly then stood up, before she headed for the door. "This is for his first birthday with me. I want it to be perfect." She told herself and she took one last glance at Harry before apparating away.

Taking
a moment to get her bearings, she took a breath of fresh air before
opening her eyes. It had been two years since she came to her childhood
home and she never really knew what to expect. For her last memory, it
was the shape of a chess rook on top of a hill with a creek on the base.

The
destroyed and derelict state of her house was the red carpet to the
arrival. The only things left standing were the half of the house where
the printing press, Luna's room and kitchen area were to be found. The
other half had caved in and collapsed from the explosion two years
prior. The support beams were covered in moss, while weed, creeping
vines and the dirigible plums grew haphazardly on the kitchen floor.
There were rotted issues of the Quibbler newspaper all around where the
plants have not grown. Different birds, from sparrows to crows had
called parts of the place home.

For the second time in her life,
Luna felt truly and utterly furious. Every pore of her body screamed
anger, her knuckles were white from the tight clenching of both fists
and her eyes burned with righteous fury, narrowed to an almost vorpal
blade-like sharpness. It was the exact thing she felt during the debacle
at the Department of Mysteries all over again. If anyone had been with
Luna that time, no one would recognize her because entire posture exuded
the words cold, precise and scary with a wand, while the wind blew her
hair wildy.

A moment later, she screamed into the wind. She shook
her head and knelt down on the grass. Her sanctuary from all those
people who disbelieved in nargles and creatures she saw, heard and
touched even up to this day, called her a lunatic or worse…

It
felt like disbelief at first, the question of how could a solid
structure, like their stone tower house, collapse in such a way from an
explosion

Now, it was gone in a flash. 'This place is my home, my only home… Where I wanted to house, raise and grow my new family with Harry… It's gone, all gone.' Luna's
thoughts went, as she fell on the ground and agonized over those
thoughts over and over again for what felt like centuries in her head,
but lasted for at least ten minutes or so.

The crying caused her
lungs to crush up and her sobs became labored panting. She wanted to
stay there on the ground, wrapped up in melancholy that slowly
strangulated her, to just forget about everything that happened and to
sleep and never to wake up. Simply she wanted nothing more that to give
up.

"Promise me you'll come back safe and sound?" Harry's words echoed in her head and a pinky promise she wanted to never break.

When
she stood up, her entire soul found itself stuck in the middle of a
void. With her drive flattened and her heart deprived of all senses, she
walked mechanically to the remains of her house, with the intention of
an accomplished obligation to her husband.

Getting inside the
house through an open wall, she flicked her wand and the dirigible plums
moved outside like a marching band. She left the moss on the support
beams untouched for now and once the plums were out of the way, sliced
off the weeds and creeping vines on the ground. Instead of a clean set
of precise wand strokes Luna had been known for, it came out erratic.
Some plants were chopped with jagged slices, while others appeared
pulled.

Even the marble tiles underneath the vines were not
spared. The cutting curses caused cracks and shrapnel even flew around
with the sheer force of Luna's spellwork.

Half an hour later, Luna
composed herself as she leaned on the moss padded support beam and
surveyed her handiwork. It was a sobering sight to her eyes. The entire
kitchen floor was littered by shredded vegetation and chunks of the
marble tiles scattered all throughout the area.

The cleanup of her
house was supposed to reparation to the memory of her childhood home.
But she tore right through the kitchen floor with the injustice in front
of her, coupled with her helplessness without Harry. Luna sobbed once
more into her grimy, dusty and leaf sprinkled hands. It was unfair.
Harry was supposed to be with her right now as her strength in the
middle of this desolation. Her emotions became frazzled with thoughts of
giving up, going back to Harry and forget ever doing this chore.

She steadied herself and began to walk out of the kitchen, through the same place she went in.

Just
as she was about to step out, she took one last look at the product of
her emotional eruption. One thing caught her eye and she ran back to
inspect it.

She banished the leaves that covered the wall and cleaned up the soot, dirt and mud in the general area to have a better look.

It
unraveled a colorful scene in the kitchen. There were Pastel colors
painted in abstract designs. Childhood dragon drawings running around
with a stick drawing of Luna while being chased by Xenophilius and her
mom. Everything appeared so alive in that little space of the kitchen
wall, and like the sun rising over the darker reaches of mountains.
Luna's wand work blew the leaves out of the kitchen, repaired the tiles
and scourgified the walls and counter tops.

Her pace became
frantic as the minutes passed by, while her efforts were fueled by
desire to see her old kitchen back, just as she remembered it before she
left it for the world. It felt like a huge rush to her, a sugar high
that seemed to never stop within her.

The sun was at high noon
when she finished her work at the kitchen. She pointed her wand at the
ward scheme for the house and powered it before she rested down on the
spotless kitchen floor of mixed marble tiles ranging from white, cream
and black.

The entire scene was surreal, even for her standards.
The pots, pans and silverware cleaned themselves up on the sink. Every
doodle, shape art work or sketch on the kitchen walls moved around. She
watched snorkacks frolicking in daffodils and circles dancing with
squares and lines. But the one she found the cutest was a doodle of her
riding a broomstick with her enchanted lion quidditch hat. It was all
alive to her, a vibrancy that had been only matched by the times when
her mom was still alive.

After a while, she decided that the
kitchen could clean up after itself for now and headed upstairs to her
room. All the while, she continued to slice off the undergrowth coming
up her house, but this time, with her surgical preciseness to the fore
and a genuine smile to her lips.

Her smile disappeared however,
when she got to the outside of her room. The oak door was lined by
creeping vines on the outside and stopped only at the edges of the
entrance.

Her good mood disappeared and the feelings of dread and
despair found itself screaming out her heart and resolve once more. She
looked back and wanted to leave the house again. Her instincts screamed
for her to leave and Luna was about to, until she remembered part of
what Harry said in the morning.

"Luna Lovegood-Potter, you
have nothing to worry about. I am always with you, for richer or poorer,
sickness or health, till my life after life begins."

Luna
looked at the door once more, shook her head and muttered, "You are
really a bad influence on me, Harry. You and the nargles definitely,
Harry love."

She sliced the vines and opened the door gently, walked inside and turned on the light.

She
saw that room ceiling had cracks and it was the same with the floor.
The pale blue carpet had patches missing because these were eaten by
moths and the end of Luna's bed had fallen through the floor.

Luna
was about to cry again as frustration ebbed within her for being unable
to have this place spared from the mess. That is of course, until she
looked up and let out a voice of shock. The ceiling painting she made
glowed softly, the cracks surrounding the painting but stopping at the
edge of the glowing gold chain of the words friends with Hermione, Ron,
Harry, Neville and Ginny in the middle.

Her lips mouthed the
words, "Wow" in amazement that the portrait had remain intact and
pristine after the damage to the house in general.

Musical notes
came out of the background and she hummed along the tune. After a moment
more, it was Tsaikovski's Waltz of the Flowers, the music she listened
to while she painted the ceiling.

"I listed to that while making
the portrait in the ceiling. This waltz feels like I'm walking on flower
fields." Luna whispered to herself, walking gracefully in the music.

Luna
got back into the groove as she scourgified the walls to reveal the
stationary Ravenclaw sigil she painted, covered in stars and swirls that
floated and moved around the walls. There were rough doodles of
unicorns and nifflers running after gold on the lower part of the wall.
It felt an exhilarating rush to finally see all her art works back to
life.

Just as she walked by the ruined bed, a slight reflection
caught her eye underneath the worn and scattered sheets and dust. Upon
closer inspection, it appeared to be rectangular, smooth polished maple
on the sides. She picked the item up and turned it around.

The
item she held was a picture frame of a younger and well groomed version
of herself, around when she had been seven or eight years old, being
hugged by a woman that looks exactly like her, except for the silvery
blue eyes.

"Mum." Luna whispered, her face's brightness lessened
and the gleeful smile from the music turned into a sad one once more. "I
never got the chance to thank you for enchanting all my drawings and
doodles. The doodles unfortunately only appeared when I'm in the house."

Luna
stifled the tears that were threatening to come out of her eyes as she
continued, "You know what the saddest thing is besides not having you at
my wedding? I never figured out how to enchant my drawings to move.
With that, my painting in the ceiling would have been perfect."

She
held the picture close to her heart, clasped the window curtains and
moved them to the side. The entirety of Ottery St. Catchpole appeared
before her. The sun's position told her it was almost three o'clock and
she would need to go back to Harry soon.

With her wand pointed at the closet, she whispered "Accio
Lion Hat." She expertly caught it and thanked her lucky stars that her
charms to keep the contents of her closet dust free and clean were still
intact.

Luna wore the hat and let out a soft melancholic sigh at not finding Harry a perfect gift for his birthday tomorrow.

She
glanced at her surroundings and had a gut feel to bring along her
sketch pad and drawing implements. The moment it touched her hands, she
knew she found the perfect gift.

The sun shone from the window and
she guessed it was already four o' clock. "See you soon, house." Luna
whispered, a prayer and a promise thrown into the universe to be
fulfilled before she apparated back home.

It was exactly four o'
clock by the time Luna arrived home, judging by the felix the cat wall
clock Harry bought during their travels around garage sales. Excited to
be with her husband, she walked towards their room with a sketch pad in
her hands, while the tune from the Waltz of the Flowers whistled in her
lips.

With the door that opened slowly when she came in, she saw
her husband sound asleep underneath the blankets. An empty bowl of
chicken noodle soup was on the bedside table and his glasses beside it.

Luna
sat down and caressed Harry's face and hair. She felt his temperature
had slowly went back to normal, saw the color of his cheeks regain their
vitality and heard his breathing mellowed down from the raspy sound it
used to make a few days ago.

Harry felt Luna's hand on him, and
opened his eyes. He saw her with same plain white shirt and jeans before
she left, only this time, she wore a soft Gryffindor lion hat that
mewled at him. "Welcome back home, my love. You kept your promise" He
greeted. He pushed down the blankets and slowly raised himself up the
pillows to sit. He traced the outline of her tears and wrapped his arms
around her.

"I'm sorry I could not be there with you, Luna. I'm
sorry I was weak and could not be your strength." Harry whispered into
her ear.

Luna shook her head and replied, "I was never alone. Everytime I wanted to give up, I had you."

She
removed herself from her husband's embrace and she took out the sketch
pad from behind her. She opened the pages and it read in pastel colors
of red, blue green and yellow letterings,

Happy Unbirthday to you Harry! I hope you like this little gift from me to you!

Turning
another page, it showed a series of doodles outlining the rook, with
various creatures running around. There are unicorns with daffodils,
daisies and dirigible plums on the bottom. And there was Harry and Luna
on broomsticks with dragons in the sky.

"Would you like to draw something in this page Harry?" Luna asked and handed him a box full of coloring implements.

Harry took some and drew two snitches in front of them and drew a small quaint house on top of the hill with a creek underneath.

"One last gift too, Mr. Potter." Luna intoned and showed him the picture frame she found.

Harry
accepted the small frame from her hands and said, "Hi mum. I hope
you're watching me and moonflower along with my mum up there."

He felt a loose bit of paper on the side of the picture frame and gently pulled it. It contained a small note and it reads,

Picturae
Locomotor, just a quick 45 degree right swish followed by three
counterclockwise turns, say the incantation above then point at your
doodles, my moonchild.

Love, Pandora

Luna saw
the note written in her mom's handwriting and pieced it all together at
once. Taking out her wand, she did as the note instructed and the
doodles in her sketchpad came to life.

"This is the best gift I've
ever received, besides you becoming my wife." Harry said, gently held
Luna beside him and they watched their doodles move around for both of
them to enjoy.

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